The Distracted
Young-MANS Answer
TO
The Injured Maiden.
Shewing the Cruelty of his Parents, in forcing him to marry ano-
ther, because she had a bettet Fortune, which proved the Ruine
of the young Man and his former Mistress.
Te the same Tune: or, The Languishing Swain.
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IT's true, thou justly maist complain,
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On thy unfaithful perjur'd Swain,
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But yet at first I did design,
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To marry you, to marry you,
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In little time.
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I found you beautiful and fair,
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Delightful with a pleasing air;
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Endow'd with all the charms of love,
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And I believ'd, and I believ'd,
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You'd constant prove.
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My father told me o're and o're,
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Of one who riches had great store;
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He said, If I did not agree,
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To court that lass, to court that lass,
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He'd own not me.
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I went as he did give command,
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Altho' you had my heart and hand;
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The God above do know it's true,
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I always meant, I always meant;
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To marry you.
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Our Parents straightways did agree,
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And said, That I must married be;
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To her they lately wish'd me to.
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Then I reply'd, then I reply'd;
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What shall I do?
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My father said, To Church now go,
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A thousand pound this has I know;
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For her you courted just before,
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She has not half, she has not half;
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So much in store.
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I answer'd yea, she has my heart,
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Besides me vow'd never to part;
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Therefore dear father, do not make
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Me break this vow, me break this vow;
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Which I did take.
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He said, If I a thousand took,
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I should no more upon her look;
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But straight he made me for to go
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To Church and wed, to Church and wed,
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I know not who.
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Altho' I have a rich young wife,
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I have no comfort of my life;
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For she that had my heart before,
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Will keep the same, will keep the same,
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For evermore.
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I do implore the God above,
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To look upon my injur'd love,
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Who justly does complain on me,
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And help her in, and help her in
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Her misery.
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Then young men all a warning take,
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Ne'er break those vows in love you make
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If she you love does prove but kind,
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Be not like me, be not like me;
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To change your mind.
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Since I have proved thus untrue;
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I bid unto the world adieu,
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For I no comfort now can have;
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Then death come send, then death come send,
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Me to my grave.
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